"I don't play pussy boy when someone pops my bandmates." Vars slapped an open switchblade down on the table beside where their arms were locked together then picks up his drink. It's old and worn but the blade looks like a razor. Vars might take a swing but if someone hit his bandmates he was highly likely to knife someone. He didn't go for kills, just pain. Places that would make a bastard think twice in the future.

Downing the last of his drink he looked over at the singer and laughed. "Can't win at the table? Want to try lose more?"

He's taunting now, teasing the other man and just smirks with a mischievous look. "Maybe pretty boy wants me to pin him and pull his hair? hmm?"

The way Viktor keeps trying to win is hot as is the fluster because he can't. Vars wouldn't mind doing something else before his arm gives out. He doesn't want to lose, especially not now.